posted March 02, 2017 02:38 PM            

Here the danger and disaster
They take a needed backseat
The misfits dance and revolt
With the mighty rock in the streets

Call the mamas and the papas, the children of the past
To remind them that the spirit ain’t that dead
Tomorrow the work is heavy, no time to rest
Well I’d rather have fun instead

The ballerinas and businessmen
They forget where they stand
Nobody here is discreet
While we rock in the streets

You don’t need to play it rough
You don’t need a programmed faith
You can be both an angel and a devil
Here we are to rock n’ roll

Well the crisis can make you, so sad and blue
But the desire to change it’s up to you
Forget about the prude ones, they’ll come here soon
There’s no way to repel the dance

For the youngsters poor and lonely
For the rich and filthily happy
And the ones that can’t fit
Time to rock in the broken streets